Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

Gao Jie stepped onto the Battle Platform. Luu Tianlan wanted him to test Ye Wushuang’s strength, and he had no reason to refuse.

Standing opposite him, Gao Jie stared at Ye Wushuang and asked coldly, ”I’d really like to know, why did you choose me?”

”No reason. I just don’t like the look of you,” Ye Wushuang said flatly.

The crowd was stunned. Challenging Gao Jie just because he didn’t like the look of him—that was certainly a novel reason.

Yunn Xiao, Feng Yang, and the others all shook their heads. They couldn’t fathom Ye Wushuang’s thoughts. Only Jian Bufan wore a faint smile. He knew why Ye Wushuang was doing this.

Gao Jie had taken advantage of Feng Jue’s vulnerable state, challenging him when he was injured. It was the act of a scoundrel. If Ye Wushuang didn’t get payback for that, he wouldn’t be Ye Wushuang!

Gao Jie’s expression darkened. Ye Wushuang had challenged him by name, all because he ”didn’t like the look of him.” ’Am I really that detestable?’

”Let’s begin!” Ye Wushuang couldn’t be bothered with small talk and spoke coldly. He drew an Ancient Sword, its edge sharp like a Killing Sword, radiating a cold intent.

Gao Jie’s pupils contracted. He saw a hint of killing intent in Ye Wushuang’s eyes—killing intent directed at him. Ye Wushuang hadn’t just challenged him; he wanted to kill him.

”I think I understand why now,” Gao Jie’s voice was grave. He recalled Feng Jue’s earlier words: ’Someone from Lingxiao Pavilion will take care of you.’

’Ye Wushuang must be from Lingxiao Pavilion. He’s venting Feng Jue’s anger, venting Lingxiao Pavilion’s anger!’

”But I’m not afraid of you. You, Ye Wushuang, are only human. I refuse to believe you have three heads and six arms. Today, I’ll see for myself what you’re made of.”

Gao Jie said sharply.

”Good that you’re not afraid!” Ye Wushuang nodded as his body moved. The Ancient Sword hummed, striking out without flourish. The sound of it tearing through the air was exceptionally piercing!

Seeing Ye Wushuang engage in a sword duel, Gao Jie sneered. ”If we were competing in anything else, I might be a step behind. But when it comes to a sword fight with someone from my Celestial Sword Sect, you are far out of your league!”

Gao Jie strode forward and drew his own Ancient Sword. Sword Qi crisscrossed in a brilliant, dazzling display, creating a majestic and extraordinary aura!

”The swords of the Celestial Sword Sect are all so flashy. I wonder if you cultivate the sword for looks, or for some other purpose.”

Ye Wushuang said with a smile. Gongg Jian was like this before, and now, so was Gao Jie!

’What an arrogant brat. Just because he’s holding a sword, he thinks he understands it so well? To mock the swords of my Celestial Sword Sect... ridiculous.’

Below the Battle Platform, the Celestial Sword Sect Master’s gaze sharpened.

The Celestial Sword Sect was a Sword Cultivation Sect, specializing in the sword. When it came to control and comprehension of the sword, if they claimed to be second in the Endless Wilderness, no one would dare claim to be first.

Yet Ye Wushuang, a mere amateur, dared to spout such nonsense!

”You’re about to find out if the Celestial Sword Sect’s swords are just for show!” Gao Jie was confident now. His Ancient Sword trembled lightly, the Sword Body erupting with Sword Light.

The Ancient Sword shot through the Sword Light, making the air howl. It carried the momentum of ten thousand swords being unleashed at once, bearing an unparalleled Sword Dao Slaughter as it pierced toward Ye Wushuang.

This was his strongest sword strike.

Originally, he had planned to follow Luu Tianlan’s instructions and simply test Ye Wushuang’s strength. However, Ye Wushuang wanted to duel with swords, and in the Sword Dao, he believed he was stronger than Ye Wushuang.

Therefore, this gave him an opportunity. This probing strike would also become the strike that executed Ye Wushuang.

Gazing at the whistling sword, Ye Wushuang’s expression remained calm. The Ancient Sword in his hand let out a soft cry, as if it were alive. Sensing the incoming Sword Intent, it began to hum and tremble.

The Ancient Sword’s sharp tip pointed directly at the incoming strike. A terrifying Life-Taking Light abruptly bloomed forth like a spectral glimmer, lashing out to claim a life!

Coldness, death, despair!

A wave of these dreadful sensations washed over Gao Jie’s heart, while the life-taking Sword Intent enveloped the minds of the crowd.

”What a terrifying sword!”

Watching that shimmering, spectral strike, the crowd’s hearts trembled. This sword strike was unadorned and simple, yet it carried a fatal danger that could demoralize an opponent before the fight even began!

”What is that move?”

Yunn Xiao was also curious. This was the same move that had defeated Gongg Jian, a Celestial Sword Sect Disciple who was in no way inferior to Gao Jie.

”The Life-Taking Sword!” Jian Bufan turned his head and answered. He had seen this sword strike before, on Broken Sword Peak. Back then, it hadn’t been this powerful.

The Life-Taking Sword, a Killing Sword. Unadorned, yet utterly real!

Once it locks onto a target, it forges ahead relentlessly. When the sword is drawn, blood is spilled!

”Ye Wushuang’s sword is this strong too... I never would have thought...”

Feeling the Sword Intent within it, the crowd shook their heads repeatedly. The entire Battle Platform was now filled with a terrifying, life-taking aura.

They stared at Ye Wushuang’s Life-Taking Sword.

As the endless Sword Light enveloped him, the Ancient Sword shot through it, and the Sword Light began to collapse!

TING!

With a soft ring, the tip of the Ancient Sword in Ye Wushuang’s hand struck the tip of the Ancient Sword in Gao Jie’s hand. Precise and flawless!

That level of control made the crowd’s hearts tremble violently. ’It’s too precise!’

Gao Jie’s pupils contracted as well. He truly hadn’t expected Ye Wushuang’s sword to be so cunningly accurate.

Of course, what he expected even less was that the tip of his Ancient Sword suddenly snapped. It was as if nothing could stop the edge of the Life-Taking Sword.

SHING!

Having broken Gao Jie’s Ancient Sword, Ye Wushuang flicked his wrist slightly, shifting the blade half an inch to stab toward Gao Jie’s chest.

Gao Jie’s body froze. He didn’t move.

”Dammit, concede!”

Seeing this, Luu Tianlan roared from below the Battle Platform.

Gao Jie snapped back to his senses and shouted in terror, ”I concede, I concede!”

SHING!

The Life-Taking Sword stopped at his throat. Its sharp force had already broken his skin. Gao Jie had no doubt that if he had been half a beat slower, Ye Wushuang’s sword would have pierced his throat.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled continuously down his forehead.

”Conceding after just one move? It seems the only way you can win is by taking advantage of others’ vulnerability, like a true scoundrel. When it comes to a real duel, you’re nothing.”

Ye Wushuang said coldly. Since Gao Jie had conceded, he naturally stopped. If he hadn’t, his sword would have taken Gao Jie’s life.

Hearing Ye Wushuang’s mocking words, Gao Jie’s face flushed red. He knew exactly what Ye Wushuang was referring to.

Without another word, Gao Jie walked off the Battle Platform.

”Today we’ve truly seen what the swords of the Celestial Sword Sect are made of!” Below the Battle Platform, the other factions near the Celestial Sword Sect began to jeer.

”Hmph!” The Celestial Sword Sect Master’s face was grim. He snorted coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent as he stared at Ye Wushuang. ’Ye Wushuang killed my son and slapped the Celestial Sword Sect in the face. He must die!’

”It’s over!”

This round of the competition was over. Next would be the matches to determine the top ten.

Facing the numerous gazes, he calmly turned his head, neither proud nor complacent.

However, he did not step down from the Battle Platform.

Because Jian Bufan was walking onto the Battle Platform. Ye Wushuang knew exactly what the Battle Intent in his eyes represented.

He had waited for this battle for too long!

”Are you sure? Right now?” Ye Wushuang asked. If Jian Bufan lost this battle, he would lose his chance to enter the top ten.

”I don’t care about anything else. I only seek this one battle. I can’t wait any longer. Let this fight be the one to put a final period on this round of the competition.”

The Flying Snow Sword that Jian Bufan held hummed ceaselessly, as if it were excited.

This excitement made it care not for the top ten, nor for the final result!